Luyện nghe bài hát Lux Triumphans

At the of king Chaos only blood
can its own tragedy...'

march, all led by golden
warriors from the silver hills
Elves and trolls from holy woods
run the last snow
Glory, and honor ride with him

handling proud his magic

He's now coming from the lands
Burns the flame of
They will all meet in the ruins
In the of the fallen one
not so far Ancelot
their hope be born...
Born from the of ancient glory... Born!

They all hail the chosen one

reaching the skies their cry
They are ready to Ancelot

calling loud...
Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn'Glory ride us! Lux triumphans!